Page 48 of Vigilante
I cover her mouth with my left hand, pressing my thumb to the underside of her jaw to make sure it’s clamped shut. My right arm slides under her right leg, hoisting it up and over my shoulder so I can reach a new angle, allowing me to plow deeper inside her cunt.
“Those moans of yours are mine. Nobody else gets to hear them.” I grunt with every thrust. “So, keep that pretty fucking mouth of yours shut,Bella.”
I watch her eyes roll back and her eyelids flutter closed. My body presses hers deeper into the mattress, “Uh, uh.” I chuckle, halting my assault on her pussy. “Eyes on me, or I stop.”
Julia’s eyes spring open, focusing back on me. But this position isn’t enough. I need more. Removing my hand from her mouth, I roll her over onto her front with my dick still buried deep inside her, and I pull her up onto all fours.
“Forearms on the mattress,” I demand, and when she gives me exactly what I want, she curves backward, pulling my face to meet hers in a searing kiss.
“Fuck…me…harder.” She stutters with every jolt, every thrust of my cock. With my thighs slapping against her ass, I release everything I have on her, and like the good girl she is, she silences her moans to grunts and heavy breaths.
It doesn’t take long before the lust-filled sounds we are making together fill the room, and I feel my balls begin to tighten. I’ll never get enough of her, never grow tired of this fucking sensational pussy she has.
“I’m close,” I moan in her ear. “You’re gonna come on my cock, Julia. Choke the fucking life out of it.”
“Yes, yes, I’m…Max! I’m coming!” She squeals as I reach round and pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger.
“Good girl,” I hum, “good fucking girl.”
And with three final thrusts, both of us explode with pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I close them, and enjoy the feel of her coming apart around me.
Pulling out my softening dick, I watch as my cum drips out of her pussy and it fills me with a sense of satisfaction knowing that I can make her go wild for me. But how far can I push her, I wonder.
“Stay right there,Bella. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I can’t take anymore,” she cries.
“Yes you can. You can take it,” I coax, bending over the bed and pulling out the gun I’d stashed there.
Her eyes go wide. “What the fuck is that?”
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I think you’ll like what I have planned.”
She scurries back, pressing herself flush against the headboard.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I ask.
Julia nods, but her eyes don’t leave the gun in my hands.
“This is the gun that took that CEO’s life, Julia. With one pull of this trigger, all that suffering he put us through was ended. And he can never hurt anyone ever again.” I run my free hand up her legs, though she’s tense, she lets me. Her wariness apparent. “Spread your legs for me,Bella.”
She does as I ask, and I admire that swollen pink cunt, still slick with our mixed pleasure. “You’re so gorgeous, do you know that?” I place a kiss on the inside of her knee. She trembles beneath me, from fear or pleasure, or both, I don’t know. But I have to do this.
Placing the barrel of the gun between her legs she looks at me with wide eyes, but she doesn’t push me away.
“I trust you,” she says, lifting her chin like a challenge, and fuck me. This is why she has my fucking heart. I slide the gun against her soaked entrance and she inhales sharply, her swollen clit still sensitive from her orgasm. Pushing inside her, she takes the gun between her tight walls and fucks what I give her. Her hips roll on the deadly weapon, knowing that just one mistake could cost her life. But I would never do that to her. I’d turn the gun on myself before I ever harmed her.
I want her to feel the power of having the murder weapon between her legs, bringing her pleasure knowing it killed a man.
She comes hard around the gun, her legs shaking and her mouth parted in a perfect ‘O’. A picture I’ll take with me to my grave.
“Such a good fucking girl, coming for me like that.” Her neck arches as she takes it deeper inside her. I spit directly on her clit and she shudders. “That’s it, Julia. One more. Give me one more. You can do it,Bella.” And she does, erupting so hard around the gun that she digs her nails into my shoulders as she does. I keep a firm pressure on it as she rides out her orgasm, her eyes not leaving mine once. That explicit trust palpable between us.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise, knowing that with her I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole fucking life.
“Pulce,” I smirk as soon as my friend answers the phone.
“Stronza.You keep calling me a flea, and I’ll ignore your fucking calls from here on out.”
